Thursday, August 03, 2017

Thursday Poem - From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee


christinalfrutiger said...

This is a very timely post...I just bought my first peaches of the season Today! :) My very favorite fruit of the Summer!

Wyld Oak said...

How very moving and beautiful this poem is. Thank you for reminding us of the glory of peaches, summer, and life.

Stillwaterrunsdeep said...

This poem is one if my favorites. It was read by one of the bridesmaids at my daughter's wedding, and it was so perfect for that autumn day. And also for today, as I remember that beautiful, love-filled, heart-singing day! Thank you for reminding me.